Wish away

[Anastasia]

"She does," Jarem says, "But as long we get the souls and get the information, she's content." Giving the Sharran a sour look, "It's your choice on which domain to take him to."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Seira has more interest and experience, I imagine. Let's get going."

I can plane shift us or whatever.

[Anastasia]

Sure, one sec.

Thus you appear at the Cauldron. Amaryl awaits, "Ah, you brought us a gift this time," she claps her hands together, "Welcome back, everyone."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods.

"Lady Amaryl. Seira's advice proved wise after a few tries. Emily was able to see his face and it was a fairly simple thing after."

[Anastasia]

"Good work," Amaryl agrees, a gesture and he floats up, bound and unmoving. "Anything else that needs to be known?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Some very powerful protection is blocking my ability to identify the spells on him, and he's stolen souls from us. We need them back."

[Anastasia]

"Then come, we will see," Amaryl says. "Unless you wish to prefer to rest?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"New things are always interesting to me. To a point. Lead on."

[Anastasia]

What follows is a quiet, dry room with no door in or out. You simply appear there, a single mote of light providing illumination. There's a simple bed, desk and chair, along with writing implements and a few books.

"He won't be here long regardless, but it's utterly impossible to escape," Amaryl says, magic laying him down on the bed.

Jarem stays back, watching with a keen eye.

"Are you going to use divine will or did you learn that spell, Mom?" Emily pipes up, coming over to Amaryl.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Which spell?" Alyssa asks eagerly.

[Anastasia]

"Probe Thoughts," Emily speaks up, "It's great for learning the truth of things."

Amaryl shakes her head, "We'll need to overcome his protections first," she says, casting and casting.

> roll 1d20+1
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+1 --> [ 1d20=15 ]{16}
> roll 1d20+32 (+12 strata bonus)
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d20+32 (+12 strata bonus) --> [ 1d20=6 ]{38}

Shadows spill across the room, dark and choking. Amaryl is a single point of light amid the darkness, but soon begins to fade. "Damn!" Amaryl steps back, "Shar's blessing is on him. We'll need to go to greater lengths to overcome this."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Can I help? What needs to be done?"

[Anastasia]

"You may," Amaryl says after some consideration, "If all else fails, if we can get him to speak truthfully of his own words, we can get the information that way."

Emily frowns deeply, "Sharrans aren't known for repenting."

"True, but Sylica had a recent success. Maybe we can talk this young man down and save him, and get the information without a fight." Amaryl counters, going to his side and checking his pulse with two fingers.

[Iron Dragoon]

"What do you need me to do? I had considered a Zone of Truth spell to use against him."

[Anastasia]

"Talk to him," Amaryl says, "This is a battle won with words, not with violence and magic." She looks down on him, dropping her hand, "See how he is, see if you can become his friend somehow. That wins as many battles as blades - and with a far better result."

Jarem rubs his chin, "So you want us to talk sense into him? The sort of people who do what he does are usually monsters from birth."